With six full years of marriage under my belt, I have learned a lesson or two. One of them being this: Men can’t read minds. I realize my profundity is astounding at this moment, but please stay with me. I knew that if I didn’t tell my husband my simple desires and expectations for Mother’s Day, I was probably setting myself up for disappointment and a truckload of pity. That doesn’t do anyone an ounce of good! So I told him that there is indeed a magic formula for making his wife blissfully happy on Mother’s Day ANY year. It is this: a homemade breakfast, a Tom-crafted latte, and some thoughtful piece of art from the kids = happy Liz. And flowers are not a necessity, but icing on the cake. And my darling husband pulled through and made me (allow me to brag) sourdough pancakes with real maple syrup and a poached egg, alongside a delectable latte.
Whilst dining on my fabulous breakfast, my two angelic children approached bearing colored Happy Mother’s Day pictures.
I’m not a fancy lady, with no crazy expectations.... as you can see. I got all I asked for on Mother’s Day.
....and THIS!!
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